| What if I told you, that we’re all the same
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| If no one is equal, in this endless game
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| What if I told you, it’s out of your hands
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| And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed —
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| We all want the same?
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| Here we go again
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| The future has failed us
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| It’s coming 'round again
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| The sickness, the sadness
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| The cycles have to end
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| Somehow. |
| We’re tilted
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| And the ringing in my ears
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| Won’t go away
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| It’s happening again
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| What if I told you, that we’re all the same
|
| If no one is equal, in this endless game
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| What if I told you, it’s out of your hands
|
| And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed —
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| We all want the same?
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| We all want the same
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| Here we go again
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| The feeling of falling
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| It’s all we’ll ever know
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| Swing backwards and forwards…
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| It’s getting old
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| My hands are tied behind my back
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| And I can barely catch my breath
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| And here we go again
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| What if I told you, that we’re all the same
|
| If no one is equal, in this endless game
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| What if I told you, it’s out of your hands
|
| And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed —
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| We all want the same?
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| And after all is said and done
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| We could right the wrongs and make our own
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| In time to start it all again
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| The cycle’s gotta break
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| What if I told you, that we’re all the same
|
| If no one is equal, in this endless game
|
| What if I told you, it’s out of your hands
|
| And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed —
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| We all want the same?
|
| The future has failed us
|
| It’s coming 'round again
|
| The pendulum is broken
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| So we’re swinging by the neck
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| Instead. |
| We’re tilted
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| The ringing in my ears
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| Won’t go away
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| It’s happening again
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| We all want the same
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| We all want the same |